When all that is read
Ascends into the mind's eye
The letters evaporate into images
And rain back down from
Clouds of being,
Pooling again
As letters --
Drops
Coalescing in the
Ocean of Ideas.
What we receive in reading,
We give in writing,
We adorn with speech.
All that we are,
All that we uniquely are,
Resides in
The Letter
And
The Word.
The strings of glyphs
Run along the transom
Of our mind
And through the apertures
Of our organs ---
And we are gifted
With
Sight.
Transformed,
We move into the world
Glittering with thought,
Anointed with the oil
Of ideas
Able to reach out,
Or in;
In a word,
With a word,
To save
And be
Saved.
--Mr. Gobley
